When you just can't sleepnand you're sick of counting the sheepnthe sunlight in your headnjust won't let you put the days to bednPick a place to meetnIn pajamas and bare feetnon a moonlit streetnmove me to the rhythm of your heartbeatnnOh, the places we could gonChicago, New York and Torontonand if it starts to snownwe can hop train to Mexiconwhere we'll sleep on the beachnwith blankets made of leaves from palm treesnand we'll say let's never leavenand that's when i'll feel the sun creeping up on mennI'll always wake up so confusedneach time I have that dream of younbut, if you dreamt of me toonDoes that mean we dreamt the same dream? n